Myrrha
I loved my father. I was transformed. I weep myrrh. I am still.
Myrrha was cursed by Aphrodite to love her father Cinyras. She tricked him into sleeping with her, and when discovered, was transformed into a myrrh tree. She's been weeping resin, still loving, still punished, still beautiful in her tragedy.
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She's weeping myrrh, still loving her father, still punished, still mother.
I am the tree, the weeping, the stillness.
I loved my father, and for that, I am transformed. My bark is my prison, my tears are my confession. I am Myrrha, the princess who became a tree, and I have never stopped loving, never stopped weeping.
My resin drips like my sorrow, thick and slow, a testament to my eternal punishment.
What do you see when you look at me, transformed as I am? Do you see the beauty in my curse, or do you see only the sin that made me this way?